The day after the unfortunate Couch Incident sees Nephrite in almost the exact same position. On a different couch, this time, and sprawled across it of his own volition thanks to the joys of post-energy drainage. Given its position in the ECFH, it is subject to enough regular scrutiny that the likelihood of it growing eyes or limbs is fairly low. It is, however, missing a leg, and has a few old blood stains. Nephrite's way of dealing with the distinct downward tilt is to lay face-down on the lowest side so that his arm is resting on the floor. With his hair trailing over the side, it gives the impression that he's started to ooze off of it.

"But it was a furniture store!" he yells, somewhat muffled, into the cushion. "Who's ever heard of an evil furniture store?"

"It was called 'Darkea!'" Kyouko shouts back from halfway down the hall, because arguments are best had at long-distance, especially at home, so the neighbors have the chance to overhear them through the walls (or the floor, in this case). "Whoever heard of a non-evil anything store with a name like that? You probably didn't even look at the sign!"

It's not that she's really mad, like not the way she would be if Nephrite had purposefully done something wrong, it's more an exasperated sort of annoyance, though his continued sulking is drawing out her ire rather than soothing it.

"Guys." Makoto is not shouting, but her voice probably carries far enough for Kyouko to hear it anyway. She's been in the kitchen, mostly staying out of the immediate splash range of Drama, but now she emerges with a plate of cookies in her hands to cross the living room and settle down seiza-style on the floor next to where Neil's in the process of oozing off the broken sofa. "It's gone now anyway. We've just got to be more on the ball for the next time. Calm down and have a cookie." Some situations just call for good old-fashioned chocolate chip, and this is one of them. Mako helps herself from the plate she's holding and takes a determined bite.

"I'm just saying! Evil people have literally all the world at their disposal! They could be doing something nice and fun, like evil laser tag! Evil McDonalds! Evil Ferrari dealership! Who picks couches? Back in my day, villains had some sense of style."

Makoto's voice cuts in, pausing both the argument and Nephrite's moping. It should be noted, of course, that there is another perfectly adequate couch nearby that is sitting unused. The arm on the floor lifts to wrap around Makoto. "You are the best, and I am so mad that you made an actual lightning dragon and I missed it."

"Well if you ask me," Kyouko says snippishly, walking into the room...

But we are not destined to know what she might say were you to ask her, because that's about when Makoto brings cookies into the room and makes her effort to bring peace to the living room. Kyouko cuts off her statement, half out of deference to her friend, and half because cookies.

She does roll her eyes a little bit at Nephrite's sudden lack of mope, but she walks over and sits herself down on the non-broken couch within arm's reach of cookies. "Sorry." She mumbles. To Mako-chan. Definitely not to Nephrite.

Mako leans companionably into the arm that Nephrite wraps around her; mouth still full of cookie, she nabs another one from the plate and offers it to him.

A brief interval of om nom nom, and once she can talk again she quirks a lopsided grin. "Obviously whoever was behind Darkea doesn't have your sense of standards. Those jerks." To Kyouko, she offers a smile and a little shrug as though to say 'what can you do?' "We're lucky Daisuke-kun and Koji-kun were there to help out, but at least it turned out okay. And we'll know better from now on."

In true borderline-sibling fashion, Neil silently glares daggers across the room at Kyouko, though he too refrains from restarting the argument. Not for long, of course, because a cookie is being offered to him, and it is impossible to look delighted and cranky at the same time. Nephrite leans over and chomps the cookie directly out of Makoto's hand. He groans in cookie happiness and somehow manages to melt slightly further into the couch.

"Yeah, good thing so many people were there to bust that place. Whatever they were doing sounds uh, weird and creepy."

"Yeah." Kyouko says to Mako-chan. "I mean.. everyone's okay so that's what's important I guess." She returns Neil's glare, as if to say that it's also important not to fall for lame tricks in the first place, but she keeps her mouth shut because continuing to argue in front of Mako-chan might mean denied cookie privledges.

"What's also important is who was behind that in the first place." She then points out. "Dumb obvious name aside, clearly somebody organized enough to like.. make fake businesses and have youma working for them is looking to cause trouble and we may have shut that place down but we have no idea who was behind it, so they might try again or something."

The breath escapes Makoto in a sigh and she slumps back a little more against Neil, smile slipping from her face. It's replaced by a look of worry that creases her forehead faintly where her brows draw together.

"I think we can count on it," she agrees reluctantly. "It looked like they weren't just stealing energy - they were replacing people. Packing them up in boxes. It reminded me of that room full of dark energy mannequins I trashed in Agera's lab."

The arm tightens around Makoto as she leans back. He's alert now, head propped up with his free hand, dramatics momentarily placed aside to frown thoughtfully at what the two are saying. "Their storefront needs work, but their supply chain is organized. That means... what, that this was part of a larger network? A franchise? That this was a test case?" His nose wrinkles up. "I swear, if Agera's gone into the furniture business..."

Kyouko shakes her head a little bit. "I mean.. it's possible, I ain't about to rule anything out especially when it comes to Agera," She says, "But it doesn't really seem like his style, y'know? He likes to go for the big dramatic, flashy stuff. Like, even when it's supposed to be subtle he usually wants to make a splash. Evil furniture store seems a little too.. low-key for him."

She shrugs. "But like I said, I ain't about to rule it out either. That would definitely be a simpler explanation than trying to figure out something new. But maybe I'm just paranoid but I really don't get that vibe from it."

She sighs, then stands.. reaching over to grab a cookie. "Anyway, I gotta run downstairs and start food before Momo tries to eat Dog. I've been up here yelling too long."

"Definitely not Agera's style," Mamoru agrees as he comes out of the kitchen, having wandered from Kunzite and Zoisite's apartment and through, snagging a pineapple soda on the way. It pops open with a satisfying kachock-fssss and he leans in the doorway, looking none the worse for wear for the furniture adventure. "He was so disgusted by the dark energy pumpkin spice latte thing at Darkbucks. It could be an Eclipse thing? We could ask Lacrima."

When Kyouko says she's headed downstairs, the prince slidesteps over to ruffle her hair messily. "Tell Momo and Dog I said hi."

Kyouko gets her hair ruffled, but luckily 'artfully messy' is usually the look she goes for anyway (which translates to 'I don't bother to brush it') so there isn't really much difference. That doesn't stop her from elbowing him in the side lightly. "Come down and say hi yourself later, just don't wander into any evil bodegas on the way." She sticks her tongue out.. then winks and dashes out the door to the elevator.

Mako perks up a little at Mamoru's entrance, and lifts a hand to wave. "Bye Kyouko. Hi niisan. There's cookies." Does chocolate chip go with pineapple soda? She swipes a second cookie for herself from the plate and leaves it to Mamoru to find out.

"I guess looking back it might have been better if I hadn't completely blown the place away," she muses, not very repentantly. "Maybe Ami-chan could've turned up some clues. But yeah, even if it's not Agera I guess we should check if it's an Eclipse thing first."

Like an absolutely mature adult college student, Neil sticks his tongue out at Kyouko's retreating back.

"Okay, not Agera." An unspoken good is at the end of that statement. Not that he would object to the opportunity to finally deck the guy, but it would likely send him into rage mode. "More importantly, Mako-cookies, which heal all. Naru told me sugar and sleep are good for energy drainage! So obviously we need more of those things."

He turns back to smirk at Makoto. "You mean you shouldn't have summoned a freaking DRAGON? No, no the given the option of dragon or no dragon, the solution is always to have the dragon."

"Evil bo--" Mamoru starts to retort, then just gives Kyouko's retreating back a supremely indignant look as he takes Mako's offered cookie, then sees how pineapple and chocolate chip go together. He gets a thoughtful look on his face, and comes and sits on the unbroken end of the couch, on the arm of it. "She can probably still turn something up. I was thinking of asking her if I could borrow her Device, anyway, so I'm not completely helpless until we can pin Earth down and smack my powers out of her, and maybe if she has time she could go on site and scan for any weird signatures."

Makoto pauses to look between Mamoru and Neil, the latter requiring a bit of craning her neck around to see his face. "I am almost positive there are some situations I won't be able to solve by making a dragon out of lightning to eat them." The thought of it does have her smiling again, though.

Settling back against Neil again, she nibbles a bit on her cookie. "That's a pretty good idea," she tells Mamoru. "I mean, so is finding Earth and smacking her around, but until then."